The hairpin fell along Fu Jiashan's robe, only a crisp sound was heard, Fu Jiashan's eyelids jumped violently, and the hairpin cracked in response. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After Han Xiang finished speaking, he closed his eyes and followed Fu Jiashan whether he killed or killed.

Fu Jiashan looked at her, and the anger that was originally suppressed in his heart suddenly came out. Seeing her look like she was being slaughtered, he grabbed her throat and pushed her to the post at the head of the bed.

Han Xiang was forced to retreat suddenly, and now her back hit the pillar with a pain, but this pain is nothing compared to what Fu Jiashan gave.

"It's very good, I'd rather die than give in to play for my master, and I will see how hard your bones are!"

Han Xiang listened to the sound of Fu Jiashan gritting her teeth, and the next moment the sky was spinning, and when she reacted, she realized that Fu Jiashan had pressed her down on the bed, and at this moment he was above him, pressing himself heavily.

Han Xiang opened her eyes, Fu Jiashan looked at her little eyes that were on fire, ignored them, and directly lowered her head to catch the slightly swollen lips, and her big hands were not idle, she leaned in along the placket, kneading on the smooth skin.

The man below him was motionless, completely like a dead fish to be slaughtered, not moving, not responding, not struggling, not speaking.

A wave of anger burned in his chest, looking at her like this wooden stake, Fu Jiashan ripped open her clothes, a faint fragrance hit his nose, and the skin of the person under him was exposed. The goose yellow belly pocket, embroidered with white magnolia flowers, two slightly raised places, so delicate, so people can't take their eyes off.

At first, he didn't think about what to do with her, he originally wanted to scare her, but this scene gave birth to some other fire besides anger.

Didn't she let others slaughter her, let's do her today, and see how she goes.

Fu Jiashan lowered his head and was about to go down his neck.

At this time, Han Xiang, who was silent, turned her head, lay down at the head of the bed, and vomited.

Fu Jiashan's face was as black as the bottom of a pot at this time, he was so disgusting?

A frustration from the bottom of his heart arose, hurting his self-esteem, something he hadn't had before, and now he realized it. It's the first time in my life to be disgusted like this.

Fu Jiashan sat up, his eyes could really freeze himself to death.

He looked at Han Xiang with disgust, she didn't vomit anymore, her arms propped up, and her clothes were pulled up, looking at Fu Jiashan with that look as if she was looking at a dead person, Fu Jiashan was really angry this time.

He stood up suddenly, with anger in his voice, and said in a deep voice: "There is no meat for the dry, and it is rare to be a master!" ”

After speaking, he strode out, the door slammed, and even the gate kicked out of Xinghua Hutong.

Such a movement must have alarmed Banxia, she dressed and opened, saw Hanxiang's door wide open, and hurriedly walked in, only to see that the lights were dim, Hanxiang's clothes were untidy, she looked closer, her lips were slightly swollen, glowing with bright colors, and there were red marks on her neck and open placket, Banxia was almost scared to death.

Is this a flower thief?

"It's... What's going on? "Banxia can't finish the words.

"Bitten by a dog!" Hanxiang said hatefully.

Banxia's face is very ugly, she is a person from the past, and she has already made up all kinds of possibilities for happening.

Hanxiang looked back at Banxia and knew that she was wrong, so she came out and said, "I'm fine, that person left later." ”

Banxia listened to Hanxiang say this, so she was relieved, and shouted Jinhua Yinhua twice, but there was no movement, and Banxia started to clean up the head of the bed.

Jin Hua Yinhua usually sleeps very vigilantly, but now she must have been used by someone.

Han Xiang was still very scared when she remembered it, and she broke out in a cold sweat.

She gambled a lot just now, but if Fu Jiashan didn't care about it just now, what would she do?

Fortunately, he left, looking at his expression and appearance, I am afraid that he will not come again in the future.

"Sister Hanxiang, who is that person? Why don't you let the second master find a few people who know kung fu, if he comes back in the future, nothing will happen. Banxia said, meaning to let her talk to Wei Heng.

Han Xiang shook her head, Banxia didn't know, but she knew, even if there were a few kung fu skills, there were so many nursing homes in the Wei Mansion, and he was not in a no-man's land.

"It's okay, he won't come again." Banxia muttered.

As Han Xiang said, Fu Jiashan, who went out, was more angry than when he came before, thinking, what a girl who doesn't know how to lift, you have to be a master without a woman. There are so many places to be happy, so why bother with this smelly and hard stone!

After speaking, Fu Jiashan made up her mind not to pay attention to it, depending on whether she lived or died.

When he returned to the Zhenguo Mansion, his anger had not subsided, and he did not go back to the study, looking at the courtyard of the study repaired as if there was a female master, he came to the fire and went directly back to the backyard.

After returning to the backyard, the people of the Shi'an Institute were not guarding against Fu Jiashan's return, and the mother-in-law guarding the door opened the door and saw that it was Fu Jiashan, and said in surprise: "Lord Shizi, why did you come back?" ”

"Nonsense, Master's yard, where can I go if I don't come back?" Fu Jiashan said angrily.

The woman listened to his fierce words, and her face seemed to be that of Lord Yama, so she didn't dare to speak more.

She has nine lives, and she doesn't dare to provoke Fu Jiashan.

The people in every room in the courtyard heard Fu Jiashan's angry reprimand, and when they were about to rest, they all hurried out when they heard that he was back.

He has not come back since he left the inner courtyard on the day he came back, and has been resting in the study, and he has heard that the room over there is more gorgeous than the main house of the Shi'an Temple, and everyone knows it, but I am afraid that it is prepared for the cold fragrance in his mouth.

Half a month passed in a blink of an eye, and Fu Jiashan returned to the inner courtyard for the first time.

Wei Rao also heard the movement, she had unspeakable torment in her heart for half a month, and she could only force a smile in front of people, but she couldn't see Fu Jiashan's face, even if her mind was exquisite, it was useless.

Now that he was back, Wei Rao walked out of the inner room, thinking, I would leave him behind tonight no matter what.

It's just that as soon as he walked to the front of the steps, he saw that Fu Jiashan just glanced at her, and then turned around and entered the West Chamber.

The west chamber is Jiyue's room, and Wei Rao's hand under her sleeve is tightly clenched.

Where did Ji Yue think that Fu Jiashan would come back and enter her room, she was immediately surprised and delighted, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask for warmth, and smiled carefully.

Just before he could say a word, Fu Jiashan was like a hungry wolf who had never eaten meat in his life, and pressed Jiyue to the bed, and the maid retreated with a blushing face.

Ji Yue's heart seemed to turn into water, and regardless of his rude movements, she immediately raised her arm around Fu Jiashan's neck to meet him.

Ji Yue thought that the abundance of her figure was incomparable to the people in this courtyard, and Fu Jiashan did not communicate with her, so she reached out and tore open the clothes in front of her chest, and when she was about to cover it, he only smelled the smell of fragrant powder and flower dew in his nose, and he remembered the faint fragrance before.

Even though the trembling and abundant scenery was in front of him now, what came to his mind was the delicacy under the belly pocket of the goose-yellow embroidered white magnolia, and when he thought of this, he was bored. (To be continued.) )